I’ll Take You For a Ride

I’m actually supposed to be working on something that’s due tomorrow morning, but instead of working on that, I spent the last four hours writing this! Fic > actual work, apparently. Enjoy~ :3

Prompt: Tim/Kon R-cycle porn.

It was late in the evening at Titan’s Tower and most of the residence had gone to bed already, with the exception of Kon and Tim, who had opted to remain in the vehicle bunker for a little while longer. Tim wanted to install the latest specifications to his motorcycle and Kon—well, Kon was still wide awake and bored as hell, and so offered to keep Tim company while he worked.

Well, that plan was quick to backfire. Just as soon as Tim took out his toolbox and started moving about—bending and twisting his body in such a way that had Kon thinking about other ways in which Tim’s amazing sense of flexibility would come in handy—it made Kon conscious that they had the whole bunker to themselves. No one to interrupt or stop them from doing anything they weren’t supposed to be doing in the middle of their garage.

The inklings only got worse when Tim started sweating. First along the side of his face, his temples and then down his neck where it’d drip from the underside of his Adam’s apple; Kon would find himself watching that single drop of water and wishing he could just lick it off. The tips of Tim’s hair would stick to him like glue; occasionally, Tim would even sound like he was out of breath or worse, sound totally orgasmic when he was concentrating particularly hard on a certain engine part.

It didn’t help Kon’s imagination from wandering further when Tim started sweating through his clothes and started to take bits of his uniform off, like his cape and his top; exposing the fine lines and muscles of Tim’s back, the skin, covered in sweat and so smooth and delicate, making Kon want to lean over and run his hands over it. It only served to remind Kon other rigorous activities that involved Tim’s backside and the accumulation of perspiration, which made Kon all the more eager to make that memory another reality.

Despite the not-so-surprise reappearance of his hard-on, for the most part, Kon just sat where he was, watching—albeit with the intentness of a hawk eying its prey before it swooped in—and did his best to reign in the overwhelming desire to drag Tim to the nearest available surface (possibly against the wall or on one of the cars) and fuck him right then and there.

In fact, Kon was displaying so much self-control, he might as well receive a reward for his restraint. And then Tim suddenly turned around and asked Kon if he could hand him the wrench.

“Just need to adjust the wheel a bit,” said Tim as Kon floated over to him. He abruptly stopped in midair when Tim all but got onto all fours and started bending along the side of the R-cycle, his ass sticking out like a flashing neon sign: fuck me now.

Kon bit down on his tongue and handed Tim the wrench, but before he could make a speedy retreat, Tim was vertical again.

“Wait,” said Tim, touching Kon’s wrist and making him aware of the fact that Tim was shirtless and downright fuckable. “Do you mind lifting up the R-cycle for me?”

“Sure,” said Kon, keeping his voice even. He maneuvered around Tim and plucked the vehicle a little off the ground effortlessly. “How high do you want this?”

“Hmm… that’s just fine,” said Tim, and to Kon’s surprise, Tim was on his back again and sliding between Kon’s legs. “Now, hold still while tweaked this part,” he said, and Kon could hear him fiddle with wiring and the screws as if the state of their positions was normal and didn’t aspire any dirty thoughts from emerging.

Or maybe that was just Kon. Either way, it made not flinging the R-cycle aside and having his way with Tim that much more difficult. From this angle, Kon could see the movement of Tim’s abdomen, the spread of his strong legs and the way Tim would grind his back against the floor when he was fixing a notably tricky lever.

“Kon, higher,” Tim would say between intervals, and Kon was already pretty damn horny at this point that when he wasn’t busy picturing himself fucking Tim relentlessly on that very floor, he’d often mishear those words for ‘Harder, Kon, harder’ and ‘There, Kon, right there!’

“Alright, I’m done,” said Tim. Kon had to keep biting down on his tongue because there was absolutely nothing hotter than seeing Tim push himself further between Kon’s legs as he re-emerged from beneath the cycle.

But neither Kon or Tim had anticipated just how close they’d end up and stopped when they came face to face with one another, their chests bumping briefly and their breaths mingling together. Kon was more conscious of the sweat pooling along the edges of Tim’s shoulders, where it’d trickle down his stomach and then disappear beneath the garter of his pants—a place Kon longed to expose and re-explore with his hands and his mouth.

“Oh… whoops,” Tim murmured, his hands on Kon’s chest to steady himself, but didn’t take a step back.

“Yeah… whoops,” said Kon softly, reaching the end of his limit. He placed the R-cycle back down slowly, but kept Tim boxed in between his arms.

He leaned in close so that their noses touched and he could see the different shades of blue Tim’s eyes reflected in the light.

“You know, you play a really cruel game,” said Kon, treading his mouth along Tim’s jawline ever so gently, making Tim suck in a sharp intake of breath. “First your shirt and now this?” He nibbled on the pressure point on Tim’s neck.

“Kon…” Tim whimpered.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were asking for something.” He ran one hand down Tim’s chest, his bare stomach and then to his crotch. “Well, Tim,” he said in his ear, “you’ve got it.”

Kon cupped Tim’s balls through his pants and fondled them.

“Kon!” Tim gasped, lurching forward and gripping onto Kon’s arm tightly, which was the response Kon needed to crowd him into the side of the R-cyle and cup him harder. “Kon, oh God, Kon, I—” but Tim couldn’t say anymore and kept twitching and moaning at Kon’s incessant touch, which grew even more relentless the more Tim reacted and pulled Kon’s arm closer, as if trying to fuck himself in the palm of Kon’s hand. “No,” Kon growled, pulling away and making Tim groan and whine at the loss; he dug Tim harder against the bike until Tim practically had his back splayed onto the gas tank, “No, you come when I say you can, and right now I’m just getting started.”

“Kon,” said Tim, groaning as Kon’s mouth began roaming the side of his neck, his collarbone and then down his chest; his tongue making ample time to dedicate to each bit of skin he revealed. “We’re supposed to be… ahh… working—”

Kon as he knelt by the garter of Tim’s pants, and met Tim’s eyes, his smile perfectly mischievous. “I thought it was time we had a break,” he said, throwing Tim’s utility belt aside and slowly dragging the leggings of his uniform and his underwear down to his ankles; each slip making Tim gasp and shake and grip onto the back of the R-cycle for support.

As soon as Tim was uncovered from the waist down—the sight of his hard cock, dripping with pre-cum and looking so damn inviting that Kon couldn’t help but lick his lips in anticipation—Tim merely had to whisper Kon’s name once, before Kon took him entirely into his mouth.

The sudden combination of wet and heat made Tim throw his head back against the hood of the bike and moan loudly. Kon pressed him firmly against it, his hands at Tim’s waist to keep him where he was as sucked on Tim’s cock—slowly at first to tease Tim, who had gotten countless of blowjobs from Kon to know this wasn’t how it went and kept trying to shift his hips to gain a bit more friction, but Kon wasn’t having any of that.

He gripped Tim’s sides until they were positively bruising, as if to remind Tim that he was the one in control here.

“Kon, please…” Tim begged, and the sight of him, half-shaking and near bursting was enough for Kon to haul Tim up further against the bike, Tim’s thighs now dangling over Kon’s shoulders, and just go at it. “Oh, fuck!” Tim gasped, his head flung back against the seat.

Kon held his thighs apart, sucking down on Tim’s cock like he was a starved man in the desert who’d just found an oasis. When Tim could barely keep hold onto the bike anymore, his hand flew to Kon’s hair, his fingers kneading almost painfully into the back of Kon’s head, urging Kon on.

“Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes,” Tim chanted mindlessly. “Kon, yes!”

Kon couldn’t help but peak at Tim from beneath the hoods of his lashes and as always the sight of Tim completely undone only made Kon redouble his efforts. Tim started moaning a whole string of profanity and other words that Kon was pretty sure weren’t actual words, but the constant dig of his nails in Kon’s scalp was solid indication for Kon to keep going.

“Kon,” said Tim and there was a note of urgency in his voice which made Kon look up again. Tim’s eyes were shut tight but Kon could somehow tell they were still gazing back at him. “Kon… I want… I want…”

And Tim didn’t have to go on because Kon was already lifting Tim onto the hood of the R-cycle and kissing him fiercely; Tim’s legs wrapped around Kon’s waist and rutted against Kon’s hard-on through the fabric of his jeans, making Kon moan and curse and pull Tim’s hip closer. They only broke apart briefly for Tim to reach for the hem of Kon’s shirt and pull it over his head before Kon was kissing him again; their kisses a mix of tongue and teeth and biting; their hands a non-stop need for touch and skin and heat, constant and never-ending.

“Kon, please,” Tim whispered against his lips, his hands already undoing Kon’s belt and tearing open the zipper.

“Yes,” Kon said and pulled back to frantically chuck off the rest of his clothes. And then Tim was yanking him forward again, their mouths colliding in a desperate kiss and fingers moving to every inch of skin they could possibly touch.

Tim pushed himself up higher onto the bike as Kon climbed onto the seat, the tip of his cock hitting the underside of Tim’s thigh, making both of them moan.

“Now, Kon, now,” Tim commanded, gripping Kon by the shoulders to pull him towards him, while at the same time Kon gripped Tim’s hips and pulled him down in one swift, hard thrust that made Tim throw his head back again and Kon to brace his hands on both gears of the bike.

And then they were moving again; Kon using the handles of the bike as leverage to thrust into Tim, who wrapped his arms and legs around Kon’s shoulders and waist respectively and was holding on the best he could as Kon continued to drive into him endlessly; his thrusts becoming more aggressive and frenzied.

“Oh, Kon, fuck—fuck yes, Kon!” Tim sobbed, his moans now bouncing off the walls of the bunker as if he could care less who heard him anymore and who didn’t.

Kon ducked his head low, trying to keep himself from losing control, but it was growing difficult. With the way Tim kept screaming Kon’s name over and over, with the way he looked, so desperate and delirious and absolutely gone—and all because it was Kon and Kon alone—only made Kon want to lose every ounce of control he barely had. Tim was absolutely devastating him right now; he wanted to take Tim to the edge, wanted to hear him beg and cry for more until they were both raw and sore and blinded with ecstasy.

Beneath his hands, Kon could feel the crunch of the handles as he grip tightened at a particular strong rush of pleasure at the pit of his stomach; the wheels of the cycle starting to groan from the abuse it was receiving.

“Kon…” Tim half-whispered and half-moaned, and Kon could tell he was close.

It was the way he said Kon’s name, so much less like a plea or a command and more like a life-line; as if Kon was the only one who could make Tim insane and still keep him completely tethered to Earth.

“Kon!” Tim screamed just as he went rigid in Kon’s arms, his back arching off the gas tank as he came, hard, and just looking at Tim lose it was enough for Kon to follow right after him.

“Oh, Tim, fuck!” Kon shouted just as the intensity of his own orgasm came into fruition. Kon buried his face into Tim’s neck and clung on until it was over, and Tim went limp against the bike and Kon just sagged on top of him, totally satiated and spent.

For a moment neither of them could move or speak; Kon just listened to the rapid beating of Tim’s heart as it went from crazy-high back to a normal, steady rhythm. Tim’s arms cradled his head, his hands tenderly caressing the side of Kon’s face and ran along his hair, which was now damp from sweat.

“Hot damn,” Kon breathed, still shaking. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” he said, smiling, but then raised his brows and looked over his shoulder. “Probably better off than my bike anyways.”

“Aw crap,” Kon said, quickly releasing the gears of the R-cycle he forgot he’d still been clutching. He grimaced when he saw they were crushed, nothing more than two pieces of broken metal. Kon encircled his arms around Tim’s pliant body. “Sorry,” he mumbled, looking up to meet Tim’s eyes with guilt. “I didn’t mean to break your bike.”

Tim chuckled and brought Kon’s face in for a soft kiss, a reassuring gesture that made Kon relax again. “It’s okay,” he said, “I’m not that surprised to be honest. We were kinda… into it.” Tim’s cheeks burned red at the evidence, and it was Kon’s turn to chuckle.

“Okay. How about I make it up to you?” said Kon slyly, as he kissed Tim over and over, his hands already moving down to Tim’s waist, pulling him upright against him. “Say, upstairs.” A kiss on Tim’s neck. “Your room.” And another. “Right now.” He looked up and gave Tim a mischievous smile. “What do you say?”

Tim slipped his arms around Kon’s neck again, his smile just as naughty as he leaned in close to Kon’s lips.

“I say yes,” Tim breathed and sealed the deal with a kiss.